Jake and Sally were talking together, something they hadn't had much chance to do. The few past days were filled with sailing and sex.I stared out to ...ea as I daydreamed of last night. How Brett was able to see me having sex with a black man. A well endowed black man I must say. My pussy tingled at the thought of how Brett had a close up view as Harold sunk his huge cock into my tight white pussy. Harold had a unique way of fucking, a way that was taught to him by his wife. Lucky for me, Brett. It was a key to his fling cabinet. He unlocked the cabinet and pulled out his porn collection. He has several Magazines of all types. Some Gay and some straight. He had Hustlers and Oui and even a few playboys. There was a two-seater couch in his office. We sat on the couch and he started to hand me magazines one at a time. I was paging though them and felt his hand on my leg. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was so big and beautiful!!! He started to stroke it, I stopped. When I didn’t say anything, he changed the subject. ‘What did you do today?’ He asked. ‘I opened the store this morning, got out at 4, went home and didn’t do a thing. How was your day?’ ‘Long,’ was all he said, but I waited for more. ‘I’m happy to have tomorrow off,’ he said. That’s why he asked me to come over, I said to myself in my head. ‘I don’t have to work tomorrow either,’ I said looking at him as he sped down the highway toward Chicopee. ‘So tonight was perfect timing,’ he looked at. That’s what impressed them about this little known young lady. The other’s, well, they just liked having an attractive slender and mature appearing young lady out there relieving some of their stress. Sandy knew many saw it that way. Melissa knew she was getting attention from guys who were maybe too old for her, but she liked some of the attention. On the other hand, she’d become a little conscientious of the looks she’d receive. One would have to at her age, but maybe she got more stares.